It’s been a fortnight. M spent the first week entertaining his friends from KL (we made a glorious day trip to dreamland), and we spent the second navigating the labyrinths of starting a business in +62. The bureaucracy does not make sense, work culture is fleeting and fluid/does not exist, and we ride for hours to accomplish the most minute tasks. Everyday I balance the anxiety of moving too slowly with the imprudence of spending too quickly, eclipsed by the guilt of wanting to be in the ocean every sunset. Yesterday, we bought a loft and I remember with gratitude that I am constantly embraced by the sweetness, the aggressive ripeness of summer.